Are we all finally bonsais;
pruned more for observers than ourselves;
pruned closely with so little soil
to explore or exploit;
separated into individual plots
and pruned to meet the limits of our potted world;
roots never touching roots, straining
against the guidewires of doting caretakers?
September 15, 2021
Father's Day 2016
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